It had been nearly a month of trying to coax your boyfriend into littlesp@ce with no luck. Ever since Eddie was classified as a little, he'd made it his personal mission to hide it from everyone. You never would've known if Wayne hadn't told you privately.

"His dad really messed him up, he's sensitive. Take care of the little man."

Eddie shut the conversation down whenever you brought it up. He rejected your offer to watch cartoons. make him comfort food, or buy him a stuffie. You were running out of options and Steve and Nancy (who were also classified as caregivers) were also at a loss. Nancy said that the best you could do was wait patiently. So when you met with Eddie for date night you gave him a long kiss and apologized for pushing.

And then the day finally came.

Jason had decided to amp his bullying up to a ten that day. Spitballs were thrown, nasty words were shouted down the hall, and his sketchbook was ripped from his hands and chucked down the stairs.

"Aw," Jason taunted, grabbing Eddie by the backpack. "Is the little baby gonna go cry to daddy?"

Eddie tried shrugging him off, but his movements were uncoordinated. No no no not here. Not now. His eyes got glassy as he heard Jason rip open the zipper of his backpack.

"I bet you carry around your wittle pacifier and shit in here," he cackled, reaching into Eddie's bag.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" your voice made Jason jump. You stalked towards the jock, pushing him into the locker. "You disgusting little worm. You best leave my boyfriend alone."

Jason, scared, scattered with his friends down the hall. You looked at Eddie for any injuries. Then you spotted the look in his eyes. Quietly, you stroked his curls and hurried him to the single-stall bathroom and locked the door.